MrNobodythe100
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It’s honestly upsetting when you reach the end of a saga that’s supposed to continue with its final two books next year and the year after. Dungeon Crawler Carl has had me in a damn chokehold ever since my co-workers introduced me to the LitRPG genre.
Though, I also ought to be grateful, since it has helped me improve my own narrative writing. Unfortunately, now that just makes me a perfectionist, because I don’t post chapters unless I feel like they’ve been expanded, enhanced, and improved enough to leave readers wanting more.
Heck, when I’m done with season two, I’m probably going to rewrite both seasons. Well, most of season two, at least—the parts before I had my breakthrough as an author.
Book 8 of Dungeon Crawler Carl, A Parade of Horribles, was so damn good that I almost crashed the fuck out when it ended.
Matt Dinniman, please. I’m begging. Hurry with books 9 and 10.
I’m crying in a corner right now.